Bodhi--compensates. Extra words, that adjustment of gaze just off-center from what he can't quite look at. Touching Jude's hand, squeezing it.
Kissing him.
He doesn't have the years of understanding he had at home, with Parker, with the people he saw every day. But he is paying attention, and he has his sketches. Jude probably does it his own ways--with the art, really. Everything else he isn't, he's never really tried to be. It's biting him in the ass, now. "Okay, but if you want to come back out here, just--make yourself a fire." Bodhi can stay or Bodhi can go--he wants him to stay, but he's used to people doing what they need over what he wants. That's alright.
Squeezing back, he gets up slowly, not pulling out of the tether of their hands. Reassurance is a harder thing to find, and maybe it isn't a good sign, just a sign of how fucked he is--the stupid thrill of holding onto Bodhi in the dark. "I can move things around, if you don't--if all the seats are too close," he adds, as close to babbling as he ever gets.
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Kissing him.
He doesn't have the years of understanding he had at home, with Parker, with the people he saw every day. But he is paying attention, and he has his sketches. Jude probably does it his own ways--with the art, really. Everything else he isn't, he's never really tried to be. It's biting him in the ass, now. "Okay, but if you want to come back out here, just--make yourself a fire." Bodhi can stay or Bodhi can go--he wants him to stay, but he's used to people doing what they need over what he wants. That's alright.
Squeezing back, he gets up slowly, not pulling out of the tether of their hands. Reassurance is a harder thing to find, and maybe it isn't a good sign, just a sign of how fucked he is--the stupid thrill of holding onto Bodhi in the dark. "I can move things around, if you don't--if all the seats are too close," he adds, as close to babbling as he ever gets.